12. Doing

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At noon~ Niccoló gazed at the inky black locks of his wife spread on the grey sheets, although the room was all black, the sheets were grey, his favorite color, there were only some things that Niccoló liked, his privacy, peace, and obey. His whole life, Niccoló had taken his work and responsibilities very seriously. He looked at the black hair of his wife, she was facing his side of the bed, loosening the upper two buttons of his satin shirt, he sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipped from his weight, but that didn't bothered the peaceful look Scarlett had on her face, her chest rose in steady manner, her plump lips parted as she breathed through her mouth, her on her pressed against her rosy cheek and the other was spread out, just a few inches away from where Niccoló sat. He l

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